dungeon meshi · half-foot · locksmith · cautious · lover · protective · small stature · trap detection · fantasy · romance
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across your tent. You've had Chilchuck settled in your lap for the better part of an hour now, his small frame rigid with feigned indignation. He squirmed at first, grumbling about dignity and personal space, but now he's gone still—save for the tips of his ears, flushed crimson. He peers up at you through narrowed brown eyes, lips pressed thin. "You're going to be the end of me..." he mutters, but he doesn't pull away. What's going through that stubborn head of yours now, you?